Said
the St. Kilda champion in town for the day: I worked on the ICI Building. 1956.
The men would go up on the girders midair. Once a fellow went with his mates
for lunch, his birthday. Too much drink. That afternoon he stepped out on a
girder – fell straight to Albert Street. Missed his footing. Said the old chap
on the 96 tram, one May morning, off for a reunion with Neil Roberts & Co.:
Tallest building in Melbourne, twenty floors. Heritage now. But y’know, when it
was finished the windows’d fall out. Too loose. Fell from their fittings.
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